Eternal Gate

"I didn't expect you to join the military camp."

"If Master is alive in heaven, he will not sit back and watch the world become chaotic."

At night, Zhao Yun and Mingyu, one on the left and one on the right, both carrying wine bottles, inspected the city wall.

The wine was not drunk by myself, but in memory of Mr. Zuo.

Zhao Yun was fine, but Mingyu had glanced sideways at the young master uncle more than once.

He didn't know which master had cured his blood poisoning.